You can read an overview of the White Thang phenomenon at the link below. (They spell it wrong, though. It’s not “thing” but “thang.” This is Alabama, remember.) However, I thought you all might enjoy my own personal story involving the White Thang. I did not see the entity, whether cryptid or specter, myself. Nevertheless, I got pretty close to it. Here’s how it went down:
The old lady who lived next door to us when I was a little boy heard a commotion one summer night. Being a feisty thing, the woman, who lived alone, grabbed up her garden hoe (I kid you not) and charged outside to investigate. Her large German shepherd, known in the area for its aggressiveness, was cowering, whimpering, on her front porch, but this didn’t stop her. She headed out into her garden, which lay between her house and the one I grew up in. The White Thang was in her garden, pilfering vegetables. She startled it as much as it startled her, and it ran past her—many reports describe the White Thang as being Sasquatch-like, but she said that it ran on all fours—across the garden and into our yard, where it passed near the window to the bedroom where my brother and I lay sleeping before bolting into the surrounding woods. This was my “close encounter” with the legendary Alabama White Thang. I sure hate that I slept through it.